“What?” Victoria yells as the warriors grab her.
“She is to be confined to her and Alpha Devereaux's quarters,” Tyrell tells the guards.
Victoria is dragged out of the room, crying and screaming, while Isaac and Oliver silently follow.
Lenore leans against me and buries her face in my arm. I hear her sob softly.
“Don’t cry, dear,” I touch her back.
She sniffles, “Sorry,” She looks up at me with tears glistening in her blue eyes.
I touch her cheek and kiss her forehead. “Can we go to our room?” I ask my cousin.
“Of course,” Tyrell nods. “I’ll call you when Pierre and I make a decision.”
I clasp Lenore’s hand and look at my mother and sister, “We’ll see you two later. Lenore needs some rest.”
“I’m fine, Torben,” Lenore protests.
“No, you aren’t,” I counter. “You need rest.”
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